Game On Ch. 01

Thank you to my readers. This is the first chapter to a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels.

I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning, please do not read or leave negative feedback if you do not enjoy stories involving mutually consenting open marriages or submission. The nature of most of the stories on this website are fantasy for entertainment. They are enjoyed most with suspension of disbelief. Enjoy!

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"Damn, she's hot," I said to myself as I watched Danielle walk through the softly lit elegant French restaurant toward me. She sauntered to our mostly private back table with her usual sexy confidence. She wore a low-cut semi-transparent red cocktail dress that accentuated her gorgeous 5'8" frame, ample cleavage and her long fit legs. She relished that her dress left just enough to the imagination to make her irresistible for heads to turn. Danielle's brunette shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones, radiant smile and olive skin set off her transparent blue eyes; her four-inch matching red heels flaunted her tight round ass. I was not surprised to see other male and female patrons stealing lustful glances at her stunning beauty. I had grown used to it.

Danielle and I met six years before, during our last year of college. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other from the moment we met at the campus gym. We flirted all afternoon before she brazenly seduced me into one of the private showers in the men's locker room. That moment set the daring playful tone for our relationship. I also learned her strong personality and competitive nature meant there was nothing she wouldn't do if she set her mind to it. Days later we moved in together. We often spent entire weekends naked and sequestered in our apartment, fueling our shared insatiable lust.

Danielle's body was a dream. Her large round 36D tits were unusually firm in a way that aimed her dark thick nipples up as if begging for attention. She had muscular abs; her long fit legs led to her perfect small round ass. We were both athletes, competitive in most everything we did.

We got married right out of college, and both began fast climbs up the ladders of our lucrative careers. Over the last five years, the demands of our jobs and settled routine drained the spontaneity out of our marriage.

Despite her exquisite loveliness, I wondered what had happened to the stirring I used to feel deep in my loins at the sight of her. If she was someone I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of her. I never used to. As they say, familiarity breeds contempt. We recently began these occasional after-work Friday dinner dates as a feeble attempt to reignite the spark to our fading marriage. Unfortunately the frequent empty silences while eating did more to further dampen any embers than to fan any flame.

"You look hot," I flattered objectively as she arrived at the table.

"I know," she answered with wry smile as she sat down. The gaping dress exposed her large firm unhindered tits beneath the thin fabric as she leaned forward to give me a obligatory peck. She picked up the martini I had ordered before she arrived and poured it down her parched throat. "Everyone at work seemed to think so," she jabbed with a tone of sarcasm.

I could just imagine the number of men who enjoyed the visions of her intentional flirtatious flashing all day. Danielle knew what she had and how to use it to competitive advantage at work. Even though she was middle management, she enjoyed pushing the boundaries of corporate dress code. She had climbed the ranks quickly through her intelligence, competency and strategic flirtation. Despite the number of times men hit on her, she had never crossed the line of full-blown infidelity. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy frequent opportunities for strategic exposure and flirtation. I had no doubt that plenty of cum had been spilled in the employee bathrooms through imaginative fantasies she inspired. It was ironic considering how mundane our sex life had become.

"Welcome, Mademoiselle," the waiter Armando interrupted. "Another drink?" he asked, without missing a beat.

"Keep em coming," Danielle answered, enjoying the sight and accent of the attractive server. "We're just getting this party started, right Sam?" continuing her sarcasm with a wink at me.

An hour later, we had both finished our dinners and half dozen martinis. The time was marked mostly by familiar deafening silence with brief interruptions of meaningless small talk.

"So what happened to us?" Danielle blurted with the buzz of lowered inhibition. "You used to be enraptured by me."

"You used to make me want to," I shot back with inebriated honesty. The sting of my unintentional truthfulness led to more awkward silence.

"I can't do this," she announced, breaking the ice again. "Something needs to happen if this is going to work."

"Like what?" I asked sincerely.

"Something that will kick-start our marriage. I remember when we couldn't help being all over each other," she said. "I used to see and feel the lust in your eyes." The tone of her voice was more defeated. Her finger circled the edge of her empty martini glass. "I haven't felt you wanting me like that in years."

"Nothing like college days," I conceded. "All we did was play," I added, reminiscing about the carefree days. "We used to make crazy seduction a constant game."

"Gawd that was fun," she continued. "I miss that." Most of Danielle's seduction these days was limited to relentlessly teasing men at work who would never have a chance. She enjoyed the strokes that came from watching their helpless reactions to her seemingly innocent seductive postures, flashes, lingering touches or suggestive comments. She even enjoyed some playful banter with a couple attractive women in the office.

"We used to take risks and didn't care," I said.

"Remember the day we met and I followed you into the men's locker room showers?" she reminisced proudly with a cool smile. "I had never wanted a man like I wanted you."

"You did more than follow me in there," I said.

"You deserved it after relentlessly teasing me all afternoon in the gym. You were merciless. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done in that moment."

"Damn that was gutsy. How many women would follow a guy into the men's locker room and seduce them in a shower?" I answered with a broad smile. "I knew in that moment you were the one for me."

Danielle let out a deep moan with a smile. "When I know what I want, I do whatever it takes to get it."

"And what about the time you asked me to wear a mask and be a stripper at your friend Susie's bachelorette party?" I asked.

"Gawd you made them hot with your moves. I loved watching those women wanting you so badly, having no idea who you were. Where is that masked man now?" she asked longingly.

"Yeah, and you told me I would only strip down to my leather jock strap. I was blindsided when they snuck up from behind and yanked it off," I said.

"Who could blame them?" Danielle asked with a laugh. "What was a room of drunken horny women supposed to do when a tall handsome masked man with a body like yours torments them with a dance and striptease like you gave them?"

"I almost didn't make it out of there," I said.

"I almost didn't let you," she confessed with a broad smile. "Watching all those women gasp when they saw the size of your dick made me proud. Then when they all started to take their own clothes off, I realized the party got real. I knew you would make it a night they would never forget."

"Damn," I said. "They were all over me. I almost lost my load."

"I don't know how you didn't when they held you down and 'forced' Susie to deep throat you surrounded by all those naked women," Danielle reminisced, raising her fingers to make quotation marks in the air when she said 'forced.'

"Yeah, she was really 'forced' to take my entire dick down her throat like she did," I said sarcastically. "I was seconds away from spraying her like a hose."

"Then I got selfish," Danielle added with a smile. "Why let all these women fuck you, when I could get you home and have you all to myself all weekend."

"And you did," I complemented. "I was sore for a week."

"Not like I was that time you and Carl got in that argument about who was the most masculine."

"Ah yes," I smiled at the memory. "Carl's girlfriend Stacy suggested the true test of a man was who could pleasure their girl the most times over a weekend."

"The little slut set herself up nicely for a weekend of nonstop pleasure from Carl."

"As I recall, it worked out well for both of you," I added.

"Gawd, 50 times."

"Once every hour," I mused boastfully. "We blew Carl and Stacy away."

"Crazy," she said. "Makes me hot thinking about it."

"Damn crazy," I said. "You were insatiable."

"I want that again," she blurted.

"You want me to take you 50 times?" I asked surprised.

"No, well yes, but no." she answered. "I mean, I want that craziness again.

"You mean, pretend like we are back in college, skipping classes with no real responsibilities or cares in the world?" I asked pragmatically.

"Other than tormenting, teasing and fucking each other crazy" Danielle added. "Damn right. That's exactly what I mean. Why the hell not?"

"And what about our day jobs?" I asked.

"What about them?" Danielle answered with renewed energy. Her face lit up with inebriated inspiration. "We can't skip work, but from now on, work takes a back seat to our fuck life. We no longer live to work; from now on, we work to live."

I smiled at her initiative and passion. Just then, the Armando came over to deliver two more martinis.

Danielle leaned in to continue her words in a seductive whisper, knowingly allowing the top of her dress to fully expose her exquisite tits between us. "And let's be clear. By 'living', I mean continually finding ways to take our fucking to new levels like we used to. When we go to work, we imagine what we are going to do to each other when we come home." Danielle paused. "And then there are weekends. Remember our weekends?"

"Amazing," I answered. "Endless days together with no limits," I responded.

"I would do anything to get that back," she said, with a deep seductive stare into my eyes. "Anything," she repeated, with a sultry lick of her lips. "Why is that only for college years? I'm ready for no limits again."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked knowingly.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," she shot back. "We have fun again. No more limits. No holds barred. We have our wagers and play our sex games like we used to, fucking each other with reckless abandon."

Sounds dangerous," I said with a smile. My arousal at her proposal caused my hardening dick to press against my tight slacks.

"The more dangerous the better," she pressed daringly. "The old days in college will be like preschool compared to what I want to do to you and will let you to do to me," Danielle added with playful seriousness.

I leaned in with a smile. "If we're really going to do this Danielle, then we go all the way. No limits means no limits. We're all in. Saying no is not an option."

Danielle reciprocated with a devious smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Lover," she said with a slight tone of competitiveness in her voice. Her hand reached over to my lap and began to rub my hardened dick through my pants under the table. "My mind is already racing to think of the possibilities. "So we agree that saying no to each other is never an option, no matter what. Anything goes, anywhere, anytime."

"Complete submission," I answered.

"Yes!" she said firmly with growing excitement. "Total. No limits. I'm getting so hot thinking about tormenting you endlessly, playing our games and taking you in ways you have never thought possible - not to mention what that unhinged imagination of yours will mean for me."

"Bets, dares and games like we used to play, only now with higher stakes."

"Insane stakes," she committed. The sexual energy between us was electric. There was no telling what this might mean with the playful competitiveness that had formerly been part of our relationship. She raised her martini glass. "Deal?" she asked.

I raised my glass to kiss hers. "Deal," I answered. The toast confirmed the promise; the sound of the glasses coming together rang like a starting bell. We each emptied our glasses.

"Game on," she said with her broad sexy smile.

Everything in me stirred with excitement. I wanted to fuck her right there to consummate the new lease on our sex life and marriage. "A toast is good, but seems inadequate to consummate an epic moment like this," I said with a smile.

Danielle smiled back. "True that. And what do you have in mind?" she asked reciprocating a wily smile.

"Give me your panties," I ordered.

"Sorry to disappoint," she said. "I'm not wearing any. And it's a good thing, because I am soaking wet right now. Now unzip your pants and pull your dick out," she ordered.

Danielle watched as I obediently opened my pants and wrestled my already hard nine inches out from captivity. A broad smile came across her face as she licked her lips, watching my dick throb in front of her.

"Your turn," I said. "Time for you to lower the top of your dress and show me those tits.

Danielle didn't hesitate, thoroughly savoring the moment as she obeyed. With a wink, she reached each hand into our water glasses, removed the ice, before caressing both tits with her long ice-cube-laced fingers. Cold chills dotted her wet firm skin; her nipples grew to extra large dark thimbles. "How's that?" she asked.

"Not bad for starters," I said with a smile. "I say we cancel our weekend plans, go home and do this right, like the old days."

Danielle smiled approvingly. "But you have your precious poker night with the guys tomorrow?" she toyed playfully, knowing her icy exhibitionism was irresistible. "Your willing to skip that for this?"

"If you cancel the girls night at our place," I conceded. "I think taking this to the next level is worth skipping the night out this month."

"Then let's really take this to the next level," Danielle answered deviously. "I say we play a game, make a little wager. Winner takes all. If you win, then you own me for the weekend. No limits." She paused to let her proposal sink in before continuing. "I will become your sex slave until Monday morning. Anything goes. All of this is yours," she said waving her hand across her body. "If I win, then you belong to me. Same deal."

"You're on," I said. "What game?"

"You call it," she offered overconfidently. "We go home and play a little game of high stakes blackjack like the old days? Strip Poker? Jenga? Call of Duty? Doesn't matter. First one without any clothes loses."

"That won't take long," I answered, looking at her wearing nothing but her tiny dress and four-inch heels.

"You know better than to underestimate me," she said coyly.

"OK," I answered. "If you want to take this to the next level, let's do it right here. Raise the stakes, make it count."

"Good," she said, unsure of what she was committing to. It didn't matter. The playful competitive tension thickened between us like the old days. Her heart began to race as she sat already nearly naked in our mostly private corner of the restaurant. "Name it," she said.

"First person to seduce one of the wait staff wins," I said.

"You're fucking crazy," she said with a broad smile. "You're serious," she said, as if a question.

I looked back and smiled, answering without words.

"Gawd I've missed this part of you," she added. "You're on." We both laughed; the sexual energy between us was higher than it had been in months. My dick was rock hard. "What counts as seduction?" she asked eagerly. "A kiss? Making out?"

"Real seduction means someone cums," I offered with a devilish smile. "It doesn't matter who."

"You're not kidding."

"I'm just getting started," I answered.

"Deal," she said, excited about the challenge. "You seriously okay with me seducing someone in front of you?"

"I'm seriously okay with owning you for the weekend when I win," I said teasingly.

"Game on," she said. "If neither of us wins, we hit the clubs until one of us does," she added.

Just then, Armando came around the corner with a broad smile and two more drinks. He hurriedly put them on the table.

"Excuse me, Armando," Danielle said in her best seductive voice. "Can I ask you a favor?" she asked.

"Yes Madam," he said.

"I have a special request," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," he said. "If you don't mind, food for one of my tables is up. I must get it to them while it is hot. May I be right back and give you my full attention? Enjoy your drinks while I do. They are on me. Okay?"

"Well yes," she said, without an alternative.

"Thank you madam," he said before bowing and backing out around the corner.

"Such a shame," I whispered tauntingly.

As Armando disappeared, a young waitress came by with a water pitcher. "Oh!" she said surprised, seeing Danielle's tits fully exposed. "Oh, um...," she stammered. "I didn't mean to interrupt," she said flustered.

"It's okay," I said, seeing my opportunity. Her nametag said Monique.

Danielle smiled, watching me size the opportunity up. She pulled the thin straps of her dress up, to cover her tits. "Is this better?" Danielle asked.

"Um, sure," she answered awkwardly. "Whatever you prefer is fine. I was just going to ask if you would like a refill on your water," she said awkwardly.

"Thank you," I said. "We would."

Monique began to quickly refill the water glasses in hopes of making a fast get away.

"Have you been working here long Monique?" I asked.

"Just a few months," she said, as she replenished the water glasses, feeling more comfortable with Danielle covered up. "I go to school at the university, and work here evenings and weekends to try to make ends meet," she added nervously.

"I appreciate your commitment to excellent service," I complemented.

"Thank you sir," she said.

"Please call me Sam," I said. "Can I ask a favor?"

"Sure," she said, doing her best to give the appearance of unflappable professionalism, when she felt so flustered inside from Danielle's unexpected exhibitionism. It was impossible for her to know my exposed dick was covered only by the tablecloth.

"It's unusual," I said, "but I would be willing to pay well for it," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"We specialize in unusual dining requests," she said proudly.

"My wife Danielle is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes she is," she said, her eyes darting at Danielle and back to me. The image of Danielle's perfect firm tits was forever etched in her mind.

"We're having some fun, playing a little game. We just made a little bet."

"Okay," she said, feeling more comfortable. "I like games."

"There is a lot riding on this little wager," I added. "I told my wife that you are so committed to excellence in customer service that you would do anything to please a customer. She said that you wouldn't."

"Thank you for your confidence sir, ah Sam. I like to pride myself on customer service and doing whatever it takes to make a customer happy," she said in a perky voice.

"Great," I said. "I knew it. To win the bet, we'll just need you to prove it. As I said, we'll pay you very well," I said.

"That's nice, but you don't need to," she said. "It's my job. What can I get for you?"

I pulled the tablecloth back to expose my throbbing nine inches standing straight up next to the table.

"Oh! Oh gawd, that's huge," she blurted, before blushing.